Chapter 168 Green with Envy

"Cora, come on. They’re my babies, and I like them both. Stop asking questions like this, or you’ll make
a fool of yourself."

Cora dropped her eyes and compromised. "Zach, I’m just green with envy. I knew you first, and I was
your real girlfriend, but in the blink of an eye, you married some other woman as your wife, while I
became the other woman. I’d be lying if I said I’m not upset about it. Especially when I’m pregnant with
your baby now, I tremble at the thought that you’re by Ophelia’s side instead of mine every night. Zach,
what should I do? You’re such a wonderful man, and I’m really afraid that you’ll ditch me."

Zachariah scooped Cora up, went into the bedroom and put her down gently on the bed. "Go to sleep.
I’ll be here with you."

Cora buried her head in his arms and gave a faint but smug smile.

"Zach, I want to listen to a story now. Tell me a story," said Cora coquettishly.

Zachariah patted her on the head and said, "Be a good girl and go to sleep."

"No, Zach, I want to listen to the story. Ever since our relationship began to our breakup and to our
getting back together, you’ve never told me a bedtime story. I want to listen to it, and so does our baby.
Can’t you meet such a small request of mine?"

Zachariah began the story thoughtlessly. "Once upon a time, there were three little bears living in the
forest. They were, father bear, mother bear and baby bear…"

Before Zachariah could continue, Cora interrupted him. "Zach, that’s a childish story. Get another one."

So Zachariah told another story. "Once upon a time, there was a girl who had very fair skin…"



"Zach, your stories are boring. Can’t you tell something new? I like fairy tales. How about telling the
story in English? You sound so sexy when you’re speaking English, and it makes my heart melt."

Cora interrupted him again.

Annoyance flashed across Zachariah’s eyes. He didn’t like being interrupted, because he thought it
was a kind of impolite behavior.

Of course Cora also noticed the glint in his eyes, so she pleaded again, "Zach, I really like it when
you’re speaking English, and you look so handsome. I remember that once I went to your university,
you were talking with your English tutor. Do you know how handsome you looked then? And your voice
was so attractive too. So would you speak in English for me again?"

Men like women playing the women, and now Zachariah’s face lit up a little.

Zachariah did a monologue in English for Cora, and she stared at him, fascinated. "Zach, you’re so
masculine when you’re speaking English. You’re my Superman! I love you so much. I keep wondering
every moment, how come there’s such a wonderful man in this world! And this man belongs to me
while I’m pregnant with his baby! My heart is melting at the thought that we’re going to live together
happily as a family."

However, Zachariah wasn’t moved at all, but patted Cora on her arms and coaxed, "Go to sleep. I’m
here by your side."

Cora closed her eyes and said, "Zach, I want to eat bacon tomorrow morning. Would you cook it for
me?"

Zachariah went silent for a moment before replying, "I’ll make breakfast for you personally tomorrow
morning. Now good girl, go to sleep."



It was now that Cora went to sleep obediently.

When she was asleep, Zachariah went out of the bedroom on tiptoe. He left the house, went
downstairs in the elevator, got into the car and drove away.

It took him about half an hour to get to the hospital. He went upstairs and hovered outside the ward for
a moment before he opened the door. Zachariah thought Ophelia would be asleep. However, Ophelia
was standing by the window alone, her lonely back making his heart sink.

Feeling sorry, Zachariah strode over to Ophelia and encircled her waist with his arms from behind.
Meanwhile, Ophelia, who was looking blankly out of the window, was startled. She screamed and
struggled subconsciously.

Zachariah whispered into her ear, "Don’t panic. It’s me."

Now Ophelia’s heart jumped back to her stomach. She turned around and stared at him in disbelief.
"President Zachariah, why are you here?"

Zachariah pinched her nose and pretended to be angry. "Why are you so unhappy to see me?"

Ophelia shook her head and taunted, "I thought it would take you longer to deal with your lover, or
maybe you would just spend the night there. It didn’t occur to me that you would really come back in
two hours. I’ll totally surprised."

"Now people can sense the jealousy from the doorway outside the ward," Zachariah joked.

Ophelia curled her lips and wanted to wriggle free from his arms, but unexpectedly, Zachariah held her
tighter. "Don’t move. Let me hold you. It seems that it has been a long time since I held you like this last
time."



Ophelia stopped struggling.

"It’s so late. Why are you standing by the window alone? It’s cold at night. What if you catch a cold?"

"Will you care about me if I catch a cold, President Zachariah?"


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